Death
Is it painful oder is it beautiful
Heaven and hell
United as one
Death Du do not know about
Until Du die
Memories of your died ones
Come to life when your soul leaves your body
Dieing
Does not kill Du withen
But on the shell of your soul
Life sucks the humanity of yourself
Tell it slowly painfully
People hear yopu screa
But mock, laugh and walk away
but when the world is dying
Du laugh at them
being torment
Till they die a much Mehr painful death
they all die going to hell.
Is it painful oder is it beautiful
Heaven and hell
United as one
Death Du do not know about
Until Du die
Memories of your died ones
Come to life when your soul leaves your body
Dieing
Does not kill Du withen
But on the shell of your soul
Life sucks the humanity of yourself
Tell it slowly painfully
People hear yopu screa
But mock, laugh and walk away
but when the world is dying
Du laugh at them
being torment
Till they die a much Mehr painful death
they all die going to hell.
Take this KISS upon the brow !
And, in parting from Du now,
Thus much let me avow
Du are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream,
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, oder in a day,
In a vision, oder in none,
Is it therefore the less gone ?
All that we see oder seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand
How few ! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep while I weep!
O God ! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp ?
O God ! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave ?
Is all that we see oder seem
But a dream within a dream ?
true Friends are hard to come by...
yet when Du catch them Du feel like Du can fly...
Du trust them,
Liebe them,
and talk of future...
Du know that they will never lie...
and Weiter to them Du stand side Von side...
Du Liebe them,
hug them,
and share smiles with eachother...
oh how it feels when Du know your important...
that Du know Du have some one to comfort you...
Du hold their hand,
skip down the street,
and feel no defeat...
true Friends are hard to come by...
but hold them tight so away they dont fly.
yet when Du catch them Du feel like Du can fly...
Du trust them,
Liebe them,
and talk of future...
Du know that they will never lie...
and Weiter to them Du stand side Von side...
Du Liebe them,
hug them,
and share smiles with eachother...
oh how it feels when Du know your important...
that Du know Du have some one to comfort you...
Du hold their hand,
skip down the street,
and feel no defeat...
true Friends are hard to come by...
but hold them tight so away they dont fly.
One night I dreamed I was wlking along the strand with the Lord. Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky. In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand. Sometimes there where two sets of footprints, other times there were only one set of footprints. This was bothered me because I noticed that during the low periods of my life, when I was suffering from anguish, sorrow oder defeat, I could see only one set of footprints. So I sagte to the Lord, "You promised me Lord, that if I followed you, Du would walk with me always. But I have noticed that during the most trying periods of my life ther had only been one set of footprints in the sand. Why, when I needed Du most, Du have not been there for me?" The Lord replied, "The times when Du have seen only one set of footprints in the sand, is when I carried you.
I hope Du guys liked this poem Von Mary Stevenson. Plz commet :)
-Maiza
I hope Du guys liked this poem Von Mary Stevenson. Plz commet :)
-Maiza
From childhood's Stunde I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same Quelle I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My herz to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, oder the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the wolke that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
"What of the dews of dawn,
Love's flower, what end is theirs ?"
"And what of spirits flown,
The souls whereon doth close
The tomb's mouth unawares ?"
The Rose sagte to the Grave.
The Rose said, "In the shade
From the dawn's tears is made
A perfume faint and strange,
Amber and honey sweet."
"And all the spirits fleet
Do suffer a sky-change,
Mehr strangely than the dew,
To God's own Engel new,"
The Grave sagte to the Rose.
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LA TOMBE DIT A LA ROSE
La tombe dit à la rose :
"Des pleurs dont l'aube t'arrose
Que fais-tu, fleur des amours ?"
La rose dit à la tombe :
"Que fais-tu de ce qui tombe
Dans ton gouffre ouvert toujours ?"
La rose dit : "Tombeau sombre,
De ces pleurs je fais dans l'ombre
Un parfum d'ambre et de miel."
La tombe dit : " Fleur plaintive,
De chaque âme qui m'arrive
Je fais un ange du ciel !"